Keys are in the vase
I’m leaving for good.
The finishing phrase
Hides my mood.
Deepening sorrow
For shallowing minds.
Dark is tomorrow
And so am I.
The shuttered pretty
Of following youth.
Growth is regression.
And I am - the proof.
Aims unachieved
And dreams that are left -
The greatest whenever
The mock & the theft.
Deafening thunder
Of anger of gods
Deathly lightnings
For liars and frauds.
Ignorance tightens
The spirit and soul -
Why do we listen
To the phantom houls?
Why do we eager
If not for the storm
That breaks all the boundaries,
Creating the Form?
Certainty cancels
The date with the vail -
You’re either a leader
Or going to fail.
To fear the blood
That bleeds from your sores
Means being a coward
Not worthy of the words.
Don’t be a hero for people and time.
The life just requires
A thought out of line.
24.06.2017
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